dating

Last February I started an OKCupid profile as a chocolate labrador named ‘Waffles’. The profile was received with mixed reviews. Some said I was an innovator, some said I was a fraud, some wanted to scratch behind my ears, but OKCupid said “One or more of your photos was flagged…

Enough is Enough street rally, image courtesy EnoughIsFuckingEnough.com Street harassment in the Bay Area has gotten so bad that women are putting duct tape on their mouths, removing their clothes in public and holding silent protests with signs recounting the ugly and awful remarks male aggressors make to them on…

We all have a list. A “Standards List” for people you date. The gauntlet of rules we hold against the person asking you for a first date. They won the “Sure…I’ll share a coffee/meal/blanket in the park with this person” prize. So what must they do now? What must happen in…

I try to purse my cracked lips open, sputtering through the mesh of teeth and wire. At first it’s just saliva, but then the colors begin to run red. Pressing against the back of my teeth with my tongue, I try to push the refuse through what gaps I can…

I’m posting my profile to give you the option of making fun of me back. If this is the first time you’re hearing about Tinder, I promise it won’t be the last, especially if I have your phone number. About a month ago I accidentally pushed the wrong button and…

So close, yet so far. I’ve been in Brooklyn for 5 days now, and I have yet to eat a normal meal. Unless you count pizza, and my very English mother would disown me if I did. It’s not just that I’m broke, or culinarily challenged. There’s also a rabbit…

If this doesn’t convince you, then IDK. I’m fucking broke, man. I’m broke. And Groupon/Lifebooker/whatever discount website is trendy right now, is not REALLY an app or a website, it is an addiction. In the perpetual quest for Patrick Bateman-style physical perfection that is this Hollywood life, I find myself…

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